to love me is to love a bird,

a wild and free bird,

to love me is to stand on earth

if that’s where you feel you belong,

to stand on solid ground and watch

me high in the sky,

to see the glee in my spirit in

the way i glide across the sky,

to hear my voice breaking into a

million different songs

because i love the way the wind

feels on my wings

to love me is to love a bird,

a wild and free bird,

to be flying with me,

behind me,

above me,

keeping me in your sights, if that’s where you are

because you love the way the sun-rays bounce

off

the

colours

of

my

wings,

to love me is to love a bird,

a wild and free bird,

to see me land on earth,

on branch,

anywhere i please…

to love me is to love a bird,

a wild and free bird,

don’t hold my hand that tightly,

your hand is a cage from which

i’d sooner escape,

don’t say i never told you,

to love me is to love a bird,

a wild and free bird.

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